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Between the impossibly spread legs of the dreamy woman crowds a turbulent pile of babies. Wavy drifts of pencil-lines display hair that spreads to mantle the whole body so that the figure seems a cosmos herself, Gaia perhapsWere Rising
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I felt Id become part of the tribe of women after my baby was born, joined to an ancient timeless line of procreation. I felt so powerful. |
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